Crisped + Sere (Immemorial Year Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
He could see it in the way the storms came, wetter and warmer, the snow thick and heavy. He felt as if he hadn’t seen the green of the trees in years. He missed it. He thought maybe he would cut down her tree, just to see it done. But he could decide that later. He had to focus now. Cavalo stopped in the trees, listening. At first there was nothing but the clump of snow falling from branches, the birds calling. It was perfect. He gave a sharp whistle, a single blast, signaling his friends. He knew they were moving, and moving fast. He drew the arrow back on the bowstring. His wrist twinged, but it was negligible these days. It could be stiff in the mornings, as was his shoulder, but Cavalo knew that was his age too. It wouldn’t get any better. He saw them coming from his perch in the trees. Lucas from the north, Bad Dog from the east, both heading toward him. Ahead of them ran a deer. A buck from the looks of it, young and fast. Four, maybe five-pointer. Fat, fatter than it had any right to be this time of year.
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